There’s much to be said for the glory of sport
Or the thrill you might find on the sea
You can build castles in Spain
Or drink sparkling champagne
And ponder the wonders of things that could be.
But it’s always romantic to sit under the stars
And love is all you can feel
Hand in hand with your lover
Is where you’ll discover
The wonder of things that are real.
The touch of her hand is so soothing
Her lips softly whisper your name
Your mind starts to spin
Stirs the music within
Rekindles that old burning flame.
Such moments will linger forever
As sure as there’s heaven above
Your mind can’t escape
Her curvaceous shape
And this feeling we all know as love.
Be mindful...
There's no joy to be found in letting her go
Or running for distant hills
You won’t forgive or forget
But you’ll always regret
Refusing a merging of wills.
Beautifully wrought to its conclusion and your strong metre and rhyme push your premise forward wonderfully. Oh to be caught up in such love! You end so wisely on the point at which so many potential relationships just manage to fail at that final hurdle, resisting that all-important merger... and we're back where you started: no pain, no gain! Excellent, Edward; truly enjoyed. xx
Such an important consideration for successful relationships...the merging of wills...
Compromise and co-operation...vital ingredients...and the rest all the tastier when this is given...
Diana...
Blending Southern Gothic mystery romance, fantasy, theater, dance, music, and flashes of humor, tells the story of a pair of lovers in two separate time periods who find themselves battling an evil fifty years apart.
Refusing a merging of wills.
I believe this to be true, Edward. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Compromise and co-operation...vital ingredients...and the rest all the tastier when this is given...
Diana...
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